All Chapters of My Father My Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ZeldaOr was I just hearing things? I asked myself, my thoughts racing. Was this all just some kind of fantasy, a delusion? I was so confused, unable to process what was happening. He held my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think. I was stuck in a trance, my heart pounding in my chest.He kept talking, and I was too shocked to say anything in response. “Yes, Zelda, you heard me right. I'm deeply sorry. Please forgive me,” he said, his voice sounding desperate. I just stood there, staring at him, trying to understand what was happening. I had never seen him like this before, and it was as if he were a wholly different person. I felt a strange mix of emotions, my mind still racing.“Won't you say something?” he asked, his voice sounding anxious. I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. “What do you want me to say, Jake?” I asked, my annoyance leaking through. He looked at me, his eyes full of sadness. “I

DrakeAs I sat there, my gaze landed on a picture of Zelda that I had taken a few weeks ago. She was not smiling in the photo, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes, a glimmer of something I couldn't quite name. I found myself lost in her gaze, my thoughts consumed by her. I wondered what she was thinking at that moment, what she was feeling. I felt a pang of longing, a desire to know her more deeply.The memory of the day I had taken the picture flooded back to me. Zelda had been arguing with one of the staff members, her face flushed with anger. I had snapped the photo without her noticing, catching her in a rare moment of vulnerability. I had never shown her the photo, not wanting to upset her or make her feel self-conscious. But looking at it now, I couldn't help but feel that it was a beautiful photo, capturing a glimpse of the real Zelda, beyond the facade she often put on.As I looked at the photo, I found myself daydreaming about having children of my own. I imagined t

Jake“You should be glad that I haven't killed you yet,” Drake said, his voice low and menacing. His eyes blazed with fury, and his hands trembled slightly. His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that he was dangerous, that I had to be careful. But I also knew that I had to stand my ground, that I couldn't show weakness in front of him.I tried to speak, but my voice failed me. My tongue felt like lead, and my words died in my throat. My legs felt weak, and I found myself swaying slightly. I struggled to stay upright, to maintain my composure. I felt like I was on the verge of collapse like I might fall to the ground at any moment. I tried to take a deep breath, to regain my balance. But it was no use. I was losing control.The room was quiet, the only sound was the sound of our breathing. I shifted my eyes, not daring to look him in the face. I watched as he sat dow

DrakeAs I watched Jake’s face go through a range of expressions, his eyes flashing with anger, his brow furrowed in confusion, his mouth forming a puzzled frown. I could tell that he was struggling to find the right words, his mind was racing with thoughts and emotions. And then, I saw the moment when the pieces fell into place for him. His eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and I knew that he understood. But what he said next, I never could have anticipated.“Do you know the gravity of your words?” he asked me, his voice was slow and deliberate. I could tell that he was carefully choosing his words, but I couldn't understand why. “Do you think I would just blurt things out like that?” I replied, a scowl on my face. He shook his head. “No, I know you wouldn't.“You just said that my dad killed your brother,” he said, his words rushing out of his mouth like a torrent. “Like Alpha Lucas killed his blood,” he added, his voice cracking with emotion. “You're accusing him of m

Drake“On your 25th birthday,” I said to Jake, a wicked grin on my face, “You will be crowned as the new Alpha since I already threw your father out."I watched as Jake trembled, fear etched into every line of his face. It was a delicious feeling, to know that I had such power over him. But I wanted more. I wanted to see more of that. I leaned in close, whispering, “What's the matter, Jake? Aren't you ready?”He sat there, speechless, unable to respond. Finally, he cleared his throat to speak.“It's a strange feeling,” Jake said, his brow furrowed in thought. “I'm happy to have the chance to stand up for what's right, but I'm sad to think about all the pain and suffering that comes with it.”He looked up at me, his eyes filled with sorrow. I placed a hand on his shoulder, offering what comfort I could.“You'll be fine,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I knew the path ahead would be difficult, but I also knew that Jake was capable of anything he set his mind to.